Pampered by My Secret Husband-Chapter 113: Young Master, do you still want it?

Resignedly, she closed her eyes, waiting for the impending pain.

The expected pain didn’t come. Her body was embraced by a pair of strong, big palms.

Sophie Sullivan opened her eyes and saw the man’s elegantly curved chin. She smiled, boldly wrapping her arms around his neck.

She looked like a little rascal, determined to cling to him.

"Let go." Thomas Shannon’s voice was cold and emotionless.

There was a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

Mocking her for overestimating herself, and even more so for her wild imagination.

She was the first woman to volunteer for a mission.

Since she didn’t value herself, why shouldn’t he grant her wish and let her fall to the very bottom?

"No..." Sophie swayed her body a bit and clung tightly to his neck. "Young Master, I need to take my medicine."

"What does that have to do with me?"

"Wasn’t it you who disliked my voice?"

"..."

"Young Master, wasn’t it you who disliked it?"

"Shut up!"

Exhausted, Sophie didn’t have the energy to care about what he said. She rested her head on his chest, gently closed her eyelids, and prepared to rest for a while.

"Let go, you maniac!"

This time, the man’s deep voice carried a touch of anger.

Sophie opened her eyes, frowning and looking puzzled. "What’s wrong?"

"Let go!"

Only then did Sophie realize that the blood on her face and hands had stained his white shirt beyond recognition.

It looked like a crime scene.

She vaguely remembered this Young Master seemed to be a clean freak...

Sophie reluctantly let go of him. This time, without relying on his strength, she straightened her legs by herself and could stand properly.

Her hands hung by her sides, and she looked very well-behaved.

Thomas Shannon’s brow furrowed. His handsome face darkened, and a terrifying storm brewed in his deep eyes.

He unbuttoned his shirt with one hand, starting elegantly, then gradually speeding up, becoming more and more impatient.

RIP—

The high-quality shirt was ultimately ruined in Thomas Shannon’s hands.

Buttons scattered all over the ground.

He flung his shirt over her head, covering her. Sophie quickly pulled it down.

She innocently held it with both hands, asking, "Young Master, do you still want this?"

"What do you think?" Thomas Shannon replied word by word, his eyes menacing.

She had the nerve to ask?

She really needed to be taught a lesson!

Sophie’s gaze lingered on his well-defined, powerfully attractive chest for a long time, unable to look away.

Thomas Shannon sneered and grabbed her chin. "What are you looking at?!"

Sophie: "..."

Oh no! I’ve been caught red-handed!

"Young Master, it’s your fault. If you looked like that pig, I wouldn’t even glance at you."

So, it was his own fault for being too tempting.

Her words were certainly sweet now. Thomas Shannon hooked the corner of his mouth, staring at her with a half-smile. "Who would rather sleep with that pig than serve me?"

"How would I know that the mission target was a pig?"

"Did you think the mission was for enjoyment? Did you expect them to find you a handsome, intelligent, and well-built Mr. World?"

Sophie lost the staring contest.

She lowered her head. "I was wrong."

"Say it louder."

"I said, I know I was wrong!"

"Hmph!" Thomas Shannon released her. As the elevator reached the ground floor, he strode away without a sideways glance.